Definately without a doubt it was a new image that was needed for my summer holiday. That evening all engagements were cancelled with Coroanation St, Emmerdale and Eastenders. Settled down for the evening with every brochure and mag at my side, I flicked through every page of every mag not leaving a page unturned. Returning the next day from the shops armed with hair colouring lotions conditioners scissors etc.
I raced up the stairs to the bathroom missing every other step with sheer excitement. No animosty spared between the old image in the mirror as I said my goodbyes Smelling like a peroxide skunk I carried on following the instructions on the box. No matter how sweet scented that sachet of conditioner was it was not powerful to rid the odour that lingered, but it was all going to be worthwhile in the end I said to myself as I glanced down for about the hundredth time at the picture in the mag.
Forty minutes was up and it was now time to rinse dry and style. (Enter the blonde bombshell) Staring down at the picture in the magazine and back to my reflection in the mirror, told me something was not right Two styles couldnt be any more different. I screamed out loud.
After explaining about how I felt about myself I handed him the magazine with the picture of this fabulous hairstyle on this beautiful model. He looked for a long while at the photo and then back at me, repeating this motion many times. Darling I do not want to upset you he replied, but the reason that you will never have that look is because you do not have that face. So why not make do with what God gave you. I have made do with what god gave you for 34 years and I still like what I see.